And it’s been awhile, but I still feel the same. Maybe I should let you go… You know I’ll find my corner and that tonight I’ll call you, after my blood is drowning in alcohol.
< started to play as simple tune along with the words that said everything I wasn’t certain I was going to be able to get out on my own while I studied her expression for a sign that I wasn’t screwing everything up all over again.-
#AHeartThatsBrokeIsAHeartThatsBeenLoved
< weapon, but it was also the only way I could express myself sometimes. I looked up as she came in the room, strumming the strings gently when she settled into the chair that Rora had just left.
I knew the song I wanted to sing before my fingers found the right strings and >
< getting them out of the room to give us some time together.
For a minute, I didn’t know if I had word to speak. I was always bad with talking. I could sing, I could write a song to explain just about anything and the way it made me feel. The guitar was my shield and my >
< going down out there.
I didn’t know what that meant, whether it was a good sign or a bad sign, but she was here. Rora excused herself and Leah went along with her with Colette tagging behind. They said they were going to look for Doc, but I knew better. It was Rora’s way of >
-I didn’t pay much attention to anything that happened after the old woman I’d just recently learned was named Colette and Amiee came running through the door. They were out of breath, and it was clear that they’d run from the clearing where everything was supposed to be >